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“Brianna…”
“Besides, we don’t even know if it will happen. It probably won’t.”
Except Jesse’s right. We did it the first night, and that was before we had so much as held hands. Dave and Maddie were holding hands all night.
“Would you like it better if you knew for sure one way or the other?”
“God…” He rakes his hands through his hair. “No.”
“Good. Now stop ruminating on it and take me to bed, Jesse. Take me to bed, forget all your troubles, and lose yourself inside my body.”
In a flash his mouth is on mine, his tongue devouring me.
He’s always so hot and needy after a concert. As if his adrenaline is still on high and he needs to get it out.
I will always be his willing vessel.
He breaks the kiss quickly. “I want… I want to rip your clothes off,” he says through gritted teeth. “I want to rip that tank top right off your body.”
“It’s a Dragonlock tank top,” I say.
“That’s right, Bree. I want to rip right through the word dragon. Tear it from your chest.”
As much as I’d love for Jesse to do that to me, I love this tank top. I don’t want it in shreds. I can get another one just like it, but I’ve had this one for several years. It’s what I always wore when I was thinking of Jesse. Worshiping from afar.
So I fling it over my head myself and toss it on the floor.
“Now the bra,” he growls.
I remove it quickly, tossing it on top of the tank. My breasts fall gently against my chest.
Jesse sucks in a breath. “How the hell can you be so fucking beautiful?”
I don’t think he wants me to answer. Any answer I could give would make me sound conceited, and that’s not how I’m feeling. That’s not how I’ve ever felt. I simply nibble on my lower lip, waiting for him to tell me again what to do.
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He stares at me. Glares at me. Devours me with his eyes. “Everything about you, Brianna. Your beautiful dark hair, your mesmerizing eyes with those fucking long lashes. Your pink cheeks, your beautiful red puckered mouth. Your tiny ears, slender neck. Your shapely shoulders. And those tits. Perfectly round and full, with nipples not too small and not too big. Perfection. Even the color. Brownish pink. Darker than most. Darker than I expected with your skin tone. You’re fucking perfect, Brianna, as if you were carved by an artist.”
I swallow, my flesh heating.
“I never dreamed you would feel this way about me,” I say.
“I never wanted to,” he admits. “At least I never thought I wanted to. I can’t fight it any longer, Brianna. I don’t want to fight it anymore.”
“And I don’t want you to.”
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he snarls.
Perhaps I should stop wearing cowboy boots. If I were wearing flip-flops, I could have them off in a millisecond, but boots? They take a while longer. I have to sit down and pull off each boot, and then my socks. Once they’re gone, I shed my jeans easily, and soon I’m standing in nothing but a black lace thong.
Jesse draws in a breath, closing his eyes and then opening them. “You have the firmest, plumpest ass. I want to rip that thong from you.”
“Do it,” I say.
And I want him to. I don’t care about this thong. I don’t care about any thongs. I don’t even like thongs, but I wear them because I hate panty lines more than I hate the feeling of a thong riding up my ass.
He slides his fingers beneath my waistband and gives the thong a good yank.
And then it’s gone, the lace between his fingers, and I hardly felt it.
